My head whipped his way again. “How did you know that?”
His lips were curved up when he looked at me. “Saw ye intervene three times when someone handed her one fully-loaded. Ye’d be a shite spy, hen.”
I moved closer to him and lowered my voice. “Do you think anyone noticed?”
“Erm…everyone?” he asked.
Oh my God.
“She doesn’t want anyone to know until she’s passed her first trimester,” I hissed. “Only Rix, Gal, Katie, Chloe and me know. And probably Judge, since Rix tells him everything, and if he didn’t, Chloe would.”
“Secret’s out. Now everyone knows she’s up the duff,” Dair drawled on one of his big grins.
I sat back and stared in a panic in front of me, seeing nothing.
“Oh my God, I gave it away,” I whined.
“Be soothed, lass,” he said quietly. “I’m fuckin’ with ye. Of a sort. The people who care enough to notice are the ones closest to her and they wouldn’t say a word until she was ready to share. The others haven’t noticed because they’re too busy drinking your dad’s booze and eating his food.”
“I hope so,” I mumbled.
He moved his hand so he was lightly stroking my neck from shoulder to the very sensitive spot behind my ear.
It felt phenomenal.
Lord.
I should move my head. I should make a statement. I should stop this weirdness that was happening between us.
I didn’t even like the man!
However, I didn’t do any of that.
It felt too good.
Dair helping me get through the reception felt too good.
God, I was being stupid.
I’d spent years being stupid.
I should stop this.
I didn’t.
The opening notes of Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” sounded.
Dair got up and set his beer aside. He didn’t even ask before he slid the flute from my fingers and placed it beside his beer.
He then took my hand, gently tugged me out of my chair and guided me to the dance floor.
Okay.
This was okay.
It wasn’t him stroking my neck, which did not say “childhood friends hanging at a wedding.”
You danced with anyone.
